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Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar, That's what I call this female Bad from the Head to the motherfuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, I'm just poppin' them facts Baby is a female Mack, yeah, hmm Eyes that kill when the locs Are peeled Takin' your money if your game ain't Real Known to keep the ass on proper, proper Never gettin' tickets from the horny-ass coppers There she go, walkin' through the mall Four-inch Pumps got her six-feet tall Switchin', ain't Thinkin' 'bout stickin' Lookin' like she never seen A kitchen Just broke up with her boyfriend, Boyfriend Lookin' for a fool with a grip ends, Grip of ends Met one, boom, there he is A rich young brother in show biz, yeah Big Man, CEO Six double O are the letters on His Benzo Big mack daddy, bad to the bone But three months later, it's on He done took Her to the beach, rubbed her feet And bought Baby girl a new Jeep Now she's gone, You can't buy love without game The sugar got You lame Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby She's comin' straight out of Encino Hittin' football players for the C-notes Pickin' 'em, gettin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em Takin' for the bank and then quittin' 'em Went To the Raiders game and spotted this Black Quarterback With a big fat contract Now she's on The visitor's sideline The mackin' is on when the Coach calls time Quick work, gotta do it slick, So Do it while the Raiders is kickin' they Field goal Put the number on the bottom of Her cup The kick is up, it's good Later That night, relaxin' The quarterback's thinkin' he's Waxin' But nah, the typical line I just don't Think it's the right time Ask yourself, Who's the mack? Baby starts buyin' money sacks 'Cause when the fool got to the next city Western Union and the street got busy Four G's a week and now Baby got a Condo Sittin' in Redondo So the quarterback calls 'cause he wanna get naked Disconnected I tell you, son, just because you can Bench press Don't put you past this test You Got stiff like a straight-up sap Paid money 'cause You sprung on the cat 'Bout thirty-five G's and now you're through Never Got near the booth See ya, but I never Would've been ya Sweet brown sugar done went up In ya Tell about Me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me about me baby Baby starts goin' to the weight room, that's trouble Add more curve to the bubble The rump is Pumped, ready for battle Caught the next plane to Seattle Welcome to the 206 She's lookin' for the Brother named Mix' Jumped in a rental car, Rolled to the hood Brown sugar's up to no Good Got my digits, gave me a call Have No fear, Mix-a-Lot don't fall Yeah, who this? Thirty-eight, twenty-four, Thirty-eight, Mix Clicked on my pager, grabbed my Cellular Eenie meenie miney mo and picked the number Eight car Now I'm rollin' in my NSX Thinkin' I'ma get some coochie Met her at the mini-mart, She was in an Escort I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout Contact sports When we get back to the Mix House I'm knockin' that kitty cat out Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about Me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby Sweet brown sugar Tell about me baby That's what I call this female Tell about me baby Tell about me baby